Chapter 118

“Hailstorm. You do know that the odds of that happening are like… one in a thousand?” Luca says dryly, picking at the food on his tray. He gestures vaguely in my direction with a fry before tossing it into his mouth. “You and alpha-boy are the Huntress’s favorites, I swear.”

“You reckon?” I arch a brow, leaning back in my seat. “With everything she’s thrown our way?”

“I heard it builds stronger character,” he quips, smirking as he chews.

I roll my eyes. “Thanks. That’s real reassuring.”

Luca only shrugs, unbothered. Then, after a pause, he grabs his hot dog, takes a casual bite, chews, and swallows before adding, “So. I heard you got the key back.”

“Elijah told you.” It isn’t a question.

“Yeah.” He sets his half-eaten hot dog back onto his plate, expression unreadable. “I still think asking ghosts for advice is an excellent idea.”

I shoot him a flat look. “After the history-obsessed one, you really still want to go that route?”

“Absolutely,” he says without hesitation, like he’s actua